Frederik Pohl's Blog, page 37

That last summer we spent in the big old house over the Ashokan Reservoir was when Judy wrote most of her novel. She was there, with our daughters, all summer long. She had invited some of her old friends to spend much of the summer with her — I believe Katherine MacLean was [...]

Admiral of the Little Wooden Navies and Dean of the Ipsy-Wipsy Institute
When I was eleven or twelve I uncritically, but obsessively, read every scrap of science fiction I could put my hands on. This primarily meant every back-number sf magazine I could buy for a nickel (as against the extortionate 25¢ cover price for [...]

Our marriage had been dealt a mortal wound. However we still had that lovable tiny baby Annie to provide a home for. And I wasn't even hopelessly angry at Judy for dumping this new demand on me, only resentful of the timing. I had agreed that Judy had a right to her [...]

 
"There are three rules to live a serene life: be kind, be kind, be kind."
—Henry James

After Judy Merril and I realized that the one thing we both most wanted from the life we had been living was to have a baby, we started looking for someone to marry us so the baby would be legitimate. Judy quickly found someone. I've forgotten his name, but he was a fairly [...]

Some good friends and blog people have been telling me that, while they're all totally on my side in my struggle with the forces of evil, they made up their minds long ago, and they wish I would stop talking about those hateful libels and lies. I am proud and happy to tell you [...]

So, take it all in all, by that part of the '40s, Judy and I were doing quite well.
Was Judy happy?
Well, yes, more or less, in general. But there were some sources of displeasure. Judy had been a busy Young Socialist (Fourth International), more easily described as a kid Trotskyite. Many of [...]

The Hydra Club's Free Private Park That Could Have Been
Way back in the day, by which I mean in the years around 1950, the place to go in New York City, if you wanted to meet science fiction authors, was the Hydra Club. (One of these times I'm going to try to write a [...]

For the first couple of years after World War II, I was living in Greenwich Village, as a civilian, along with my second wife, Dorothy Louise LesTina (about whom see The Way the Future Was.). We had a pretty busy life, the two of us, and although I had heard that there was a [...]

Want me to tell you a funny story that doesn't make me laugh at all?
Okay, here goes. First, you have to have seen the movie Wag the Dog or at least you have to know what it's about. (I can help you there. It's about an American president who's congenitally unable to [...]